User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140731033003

Zinnig narrowed his cold, hard eyes "All your fighters." He repeated. "And I shall tell you of the treachery that has occured."

''Vemrin and the others nod, as the boat drifts ever closer to the isle. Finally, the boat's bottom scrapes across hard sand, and several of the crew hop out into the shallows, pulling the vessel onto the cold beach. A fat stoat wipes sweat from his brow with a kerchief as he looks out over the sands, into the unwelcoming forest of skeletal trees beyond.'' "Don't like the looks o' this. Not one bit."